Day 8

Monday, March 23, 2020

I see that other folks are having trouble figuring out what day it is. Yesterday I wished my close friend Happy Birthday for today and discovered today that it wasn't until tomorrow. Losing it!

I spoke with relatives and friends yesterday - some are OK, some are a tad anxious. I seem to be OK and have offered my "ear" should anyone feel the need to unload. It's about all I can do for them these days.

I said that we were having scallops for supper last evening and we did AND we had KD AND peas. Krista and Holly will remember those days!

In the meantime, there was a flurry of FB questions about whether the old railway trail (can't bring myself to call it the Harvest thing) is closed or not. All seems to be resolved but it took a bunch of research and municipal ponderings to get it straight. Good for the diligent ones - you know who you are.

The numbers (both viral and financial) are alarming to say the least.

People are trying to find things to do - I have ruled out vacuuming, dusting (other than those cobwebs I mentioned the other day), floor washing, laundry (got done yesterday) and going out. Speaking of going out, Bill brought in some forsythia and some pussy willows for the kitchen window. I await the yellow and love the kitty feet. All very Springish!

Some garlic cloves found in the basement have decided to sprout in a pot in the window - anything greenish at this time is a joy.

Onwards!